I have a weakness for well-arched, painfully skinny 4 inch heels in a way as if my intelligence depended on them. Inevitably, I have amassed legions of Foot-philes with a soft spot for my well-heeled appendages. And what do they say about shoe-philes; is that beneath the heel of every successful Shoe-phile is a dedicated Footphile.
A Footphile, like people with most forms of philism, are attracted to feet, in the same way some men are to big boobs, rebonded hair and plastic nails. I wouldn't call a Footphile a Fetishist, because then you'd conjure up the images of strange men with froth at the corner of their mouth, wear their pants at chest-level, and who overdosed on colgate and peanut shells as an infant.
No, in fact they are well-heeled, god-fearing and normal looking professionals who would make my obsession with stealing toilet papers from library toilets look dangerous and abnormal.
So on a lazy Sunday afternoon, I was having a normal serious conversation with a Footphile when it expectedly steered towards him volunteering to bring me shoe-shopping. My dwindling collection of kick-ass boots and 4-inch heels has to be replenished just so that he can polish them for me. Talk about taking boot-licking to a whole new level, which I basically interpreted as:
"Free fashion advice, new sinful heels. Oh and being unconditionally worshipped."
With that part of the conversation starting with "You are the enigma of Goddess Isabelle", I was pretty much sold on the idea.
Footphile: I want to be your BBS - Best Boy Slave. That is how it's meant to be. Damn, maybe it shld be BBSF.
Me: Huh? What is BBSF?
Footphile: You know, it's like BBF, Best Friends Forever.
Mathematically, B(BS)F, where F is substituted by BS, and the outside B and F remain constant.
So that makes me your Best Boy Slave Forever.
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This post is way too good to be left without comment, albeit a little late :D Perhaps some doubt its authenticity, but if you have seen the way this Goddess works her legs and stilettos, you'd be enslaved too, footphile or otherwise. If you are one of her closest girlfriends, or should I say one of her BFFs, ask her if you can be chauffeured and served next time you meet her to just shop, club or party. If she's in the mood, she might just make me pick every one up. It certainly beats driving yourself or public transport. If its your birthday, she might even make me get you new heels and polish them, just to keep her slave busy, her friends happy and herself amused. All with her permission of course, because she rules in her heels, and I'm under them, at her beck and call :P
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